We Up (feat. Kendrick Lamar And Kidd Kidd)

50 Cent

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    I'm around the bullshit like a matador
    I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
    Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
    Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
    Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
    That pussy make a weak nigga break down
    So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
    You want the chicks but you want the cheese
    A bitch gotta eat
    I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
    Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
    I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm ?bout mine
    You be that next nigga coroners come and outline
    You ain't made of what I'm made of
    You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
    Your shoes come from Vegas
    Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
    What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

    You all know when we pullin' off the lot
    Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top
    Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
    Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
    But front, I'll make it pop
    Y'all don't do it how we do
    Niggas ain't on the shit we on
    Everything new
    Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
    We up, nigga!

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    Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
    Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
    Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
    Bulletproof front flash, shinin', Armor All
    It feels like a nigga dreamin'
    Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
    Bulls eye, that's what we came for
    The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
    I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
    Aloof livin', I came up so hard
    No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain
    I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

    You all know when we pullin' off the lot
    Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top
    Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
    Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
    But front, I'll make it pop
    Y'all don't do it how we do
    Niggas ain't on the shit we on
    Everything new
    Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
    We up, nigga!

    Round the world tourin', the city got borin'
    Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance
    Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
    Need a ranch, got too many horses

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    Composition: Daft Punk, Christo Guy Manuel Homem, 50 Cent, Kendrick Lamar, and Davaughn Lennard

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